Hanging on empty dark eyes
reaching out to find a meaning
lonely stay in your fears
chilled exposed to winds
The blood spreads all around
I wonder why
such an abandonment
But I keep my distance
from the sharp points
It's hard not to feel them in your eyes
Run
before the cold reaches you
and freezes your thoughts
Under a crescent moon
and a strange lonely star
Three degrees
and even less in the wind
without defenses
Run
escape the spell
of the night
that infernal color
It is a purple
or a blue
they play dead
The line is divided by a point
A plane from a line
The three-space from a plane
A four-space from a three-space
There are infinities greater than infinity
Yet something we have left out
How can it be N = Z?
Why are three and four-space sometimes more difficult?
I feel there is something wrong
Reality is full of walls and prohibitions
But then how can God exist?
If everything changes one remains where he is
I have to get out of here
I will pass beyond the infinities
Under the cold blanket of the years
I found a surprise today
this wait was really long
how many illusions, delusions and worries
The most precious seed has blossomed for me
a delicate flower a little late
it is white as snow but it is alive
who expected it has now forgotten
Alas there is no one who appreciates it
intent now they are looking elsewhere
not a person who caresses it
Maybe they're all dead or it's raining
only the delicate flower remains
but still he shines and moves me
